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Heather found herself going without a protest. It was a good thing that there was no one inside the dressing room. Blake closed the door after him. She was hugging herself as she sat down on the chair in front of a big mirror. She was looking at her reflection. The way she badly treated her half-sister was all coming back to her. She used to call her chubi (bitch) because she was jealous of her. Stacey was strong, intelligent and independent .Everything that she was not. Nick was right. Stacey had a lot of good qualities and not even half of them, she could have in this lifetime. Everybody liked her half-sister. Stacey had a husband who really loved her. She felt she would never be happy like her and no one would love her like Nick loved her sister.
Who would want a bitch like her?
Maybe all these was her karma which she had to face. She had been a very bad to her half-sister and she had never been a good daughter. Whatever it took, she would accept what had been happening so she could finally move om after she was able to pay for her mistakes.
I am stronger than I think. I deserve all this. I can handle all these. She told herself . Self-pity wouldn't do her good.
Blake on one hand was just looking at Heather's reflection. He could see that she looked pensive .She was physically present but her mind seemed to be wandering. But there was no denying that she was beautiful. Their eyes locked and Heather's face hardened.
Looks like she's back to earth! He thought.
He brushed his hair with his right hand. He preferred to see her being her old self than what he had witnessed out there. He didn't like what he was feeling though. He felt protective towards her and he knew that it was not good to have such feelings towards her or any female for that matter.
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